Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.